Hook:
I'm still stuck in purgatory. Locked out heaven and hell.
In comfy territory when shit's not going well.
So depressing my story, I know it wont sell.
I'm still stuck in purgatory and i can't free myself.

I'm feeling more trapped than i've ever felt before
like the walls they burn around me as i'm trying to unlock the door.
I'm being licked by the flames. They come towards me across the floor.
They making everything change, even me as they scorch,
returning me to being deranged to being abstract with my thoughts,
emotionally unstable again and repetitive with my thoughts.
To being repetitive with my thoughts again, to keeping weapons drawn
fully prepared to die in battle for my cause.
As the embers shift towards me the flames die and start to crawl
the heat steadily rises in this shrinking corridor
til the poisonous smoke surrounds me has me choking on the floor.
I mean the fibres that were burned up in the accelerants of course
that i still taste in my throat my organs start to stall.
I feel a white light start to pull me and my heart rate start to fall.
I can hear somebody singing. I can hear the angels call.
I can hear them call me name telling me "come through the door".

HOOK x2

The flames catch a pipe for gas the walls collapse i'm pushed back.
The blast fractures the glass, soot gaps along the cracks,
through which i see the sun outside, the breeze push through the trees
it looks the perfect afternoon to just chill and take it easy.
Then someone pushes the door screaming "day, it's not too late
you can free yourself right now if you just turn away from hate.
A place in heaven can be arranged if you choose to do that
coz that's what's feeding the flames the only thing that holds you back".
Through the small gap in the door the cool breeze it hits my face
gets me rising to my knees has me ready to claim my place
coz in this life or the next i know i'll never be erased
coz i'm prepared to fight to death and it's more than saving face.
I know this life aint fair, too many cheat to win the race.
But they run with eyes blurred coz life ends in just one place
whether buried or burned i'm trying to live without disgrace
coz i dunno when i'm gone if i'll answer for my mistakes.

HOOK x2

I keep fading to black i guess i must be passing out
through the smoke that i've inhaled before the angels pulled me out.
Now they're telling me not to worry, that i've made it to the cloud.
I see the gates behind them why they holding me down?
They're talking to me about a passage, telling me turn this shit around.
Telling me i'm lost but with their help i'll be found.
Then it feels like i'm falling. Bang i hit the ground.
I awake before the start in place to burn it down.
I ask "should i strike the match to finish what i started
if i know how this end's to die a failing artist?"
as i splash the last of the fuel on the wall and strike a match
which i flick to the floor watch the fuel quickly catch.
The flames spread like water to tell me i'm committed
to the killing of the fakes of the snakes that still hissing,
put me closer to the demons to face them and grip them
maintain self control to control the situation.

HOOK x2